Sometimes a cannon-ball from the fortress would whizz over the heads of the men; then Alba would stand still and cast a keen glance over the soldiers before him.

But when he saw that not an eyelash moved, a smile of satisfaction passed over his severe pale face.
When he had inspected both divisions he again mounted his horse and once more galloped into the middle.

Then, stroking his long beard, he said, "You are in good order, soldiers, and therefore you shall take your part in this glorious day, which is just dawning for our whole Christian armada.

We will attack Barbarossa, soldiers.

Do you not already hear the drums and fifes in the camp?
Do you see him advancing yonder to meet the emperor?
That side of his position is assigned to you!" "Vivat Carolus Quintus!" resounded through the ranks.